Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
The American Breed,
AZ,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.